I hated that breath.
That breath of fire and brimstone.
That breath that ultimately reminded me of how foolhardy I was
To believe that the safety of life
relied purely on the protection of others…
Relied purely on application of one’s morals.
I was a fool
And that fiery breath came alive
And cackled in my ears.
Laughing at the destruction brought about
By own guilt-ridden spirit.
For only a fool feels guilty for not trusting…
Only a fool feels guilty at the need to harness protection.
But I laugh with her now
Or at her sometimes too.
Because at least I was brave enough to be a fool
At least I was brave enough to live through the laughter
And laugh too. Laugh stronger, harder and more erratic
than her fiery breath.
Because what is maddening laugh of the witch
compared to the maddening determination of this bitch.